Free Broken Vow by Zoey Marcel Page A

when Raphael threw him off her. “Off with you!”
    Jude disappeared into thin air and transported himself to another location. He stood in a shopping mall in the United States and went around the corner to make himself visible again. He smiled when he saw Delilah, a succubus head into Victoria's Secret. Perfect.
    He went inside and found her rummaging through a bin of discounted, elegant panties. “I haven't seen you in a while.”
    She looked surprised to see him standing there, but she offered him a smile before refocusing on the lingerie. “What are you doing here, Jude?”
    “I had a run-in with Raphael.”
    “In a mall?”
    “No. At a park in Prague.”
    “Did you get your ass kicked by the gentleman?”
    “No, damn you!”
    A few people looked over at them before going about their shopping.
    The black-haired beauty smiled at him. “We're visible right now. You might want to sweeten your tone before people classify you as my abusive boyfriend.”
    “I'd be more than happy to abuse you.”
    Delilah let out a lighthearted laugh. “I'll bet you would. But you see we can never be because you don't want me spanking you in bed and I don't want you giving me a sound beating.”
    He grinned. “Yes, that does put us at an impasse.”
    “So what did you do to aggravate Raphael? It must have really been something to rattle that docile angel's cage.”
    Jude scowled. “He's so bloody tranquil, it pisses me off. Every time I see him I want to hit him.”
    “Yes, you do have your anger issues.” Delilah winked at him. “Then again, perhaps your malice toward him derives from the fact that he often shadows a certain blonde mission angel whose genius outsmarted your schemes of possession on a priest.”
    He grabbed her by the throat. “Take that back, bitch!”
    A couple of people looked over, mouths dropping.
    Delilah grinned and winked at him. “Oh god, I love it when you talk dirty to me. Come here, you.”
    She gave him a rough, open-mouthed kiss and whispered into his ear. “You owe me for saving your out of control ass.”
    “You really think I couldn't take these puny humans?”
    “You couldn't take Raphael...or Scarlett.” She winked at him, seeming clearly amused by his inability to knock the stupid grin off her face while they were visible in public.
    “Keep pushing it, Delilah.” He shook his head. “I'm looking for a black angel.”
    Her pale lips curved into a naughty smile and her alabaster complexion became tinged with a light dusting of pink. “Blade?”
    “Why the devil would I be looking for Blade? I'm trying to find Sonya.”
    “I remember her. She was that fallen angel I taught how to dance provocatively for the gang-bang Nimbus orchestrated for her. Back in the nineteenth century I think it was. What do you want with her?”
    “She killed my son.”
    A shadow fell over her face. “I heard about that. It was big news hearing about the death of the angel/demon/vampire hybrid.”
    Jude put his hand on her head. “Tell me if you know where this is. It's on the west coast somewhere. That was all I got before Raphael jumped me.”
    He dumped the image of the city by the waterside that he'd retrieved from Scarlett's mind into Delilah's head.
    “It looks like a city in the Pacific Northwest. Either Portland, Olympia, or Seattle.”
    “Well, that does narrow it down some. I'll start with Seattle. I have a vampire friend who owns a sex club there.”
    Her face lit up and her gray eyes danced with desire. “A sex club. That sounds inviting. I'll go with you.”
    “Maybe I don't want any company on this trip.”
    “Well, maybe I don't give a rat's ass what you want. You can't keep me out of Seattle.”
    Jude folded his arms with a taunting smile. “Blade is a diehard crusnik. You'll never get into his pants again.”
    Her features shadowed with retaliation. “No more than you'll ever get Scarlett to flip up her skirt for you.”
    His fists clenched. “Why you little -”
    “What, Jude?